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The Daams Chronicles: A Love Story (A TP Novel)

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1. Posted by Isadora (Travel Guru 13926 posts) 7y

Once in awhile, one of us gets the idea to create a TP Novel. The original actually had an ending - that was nice. Personally, I miss the novels and have decided to start a new one.

The rules are simple (aren't they always):

  • Everyone is welcome to contribute - please do!
  • TP members can be used as characters and usually are - be nice.
  • Do not use the novel to make negative comments about other members - we'll will figure it out.
  • Some cohesion/coherency would be a good thing so (even) the contributors don't become lost.
  • That's about it.
  • Oh, and as you see by the title, the Overlords are fair game - again, in a nice way or they will get their revenge.

The year was 1967. The place was San Francisco. The morning had a sultry feel to it already and it was only sunrise. It was also a time that would to become known as the Summer Of Love. Little did anyone realize sex, drugs and rock & roll would just be the catalyst...

"Petru (Peter), the sun is rising and it's not safe for us out on the street like this. We must return to our shelter now."

"Oh Samiul (Samuel), just a few more minutes, please. The sky is so beautiful. I remember when we could walk in the daylight. Please, just a minute more..."

"No, Petru, we must go now. It's been 214 years since we walked in daylight. Get over it. Besides, I'm tired and we have work to do this evening."

"Oh, alright, if you insist. Can I bring Maggie with me? She says she's up for a bit of dinner... Get it? Dinner? Are you as hungry as I am? Just a nosh before bedtime..."

2. Posted by Wonkerer (Respected Member 592 posts) 7y

(Samiul): "Blast it! Look yonder Petru, that damned Enrico (Eric) is at is again. We'd better be on our way quickly."

(Petru): "Yes, I agree, but remember I'm feeling a bit peckish and that just won't do . . ."

[ Edit: Edited on 16-Jun-2009, at 16:59 by Wonkerer ]

3. Posted by Peter (Admin 5791 posts) 7y

(Samuil): "You're always peckish Petriu. Is it any wonder you are morbidly obese and crave the darkness?!"

Petriu, agitated, raised his head slightly from his slumbering position on the mobility scooter, "You know that this is because of a curse from the dark lord Biriman. I regret the day I crossed his path. Please don't mock my condition!"

4. Posted by tway (Travel Guru 7273 posts) 7y

Suddenly, Petriu looks at his Overlord brother with wide eyes.

"Um, Sambo, isn't it somebody's birthday soon?"


"Birthday--you know, we've had over 300 of them. Cake and balloons and streamers and stuff."

"Oh--I think you may be right."

"Who's could it be...?"


"Isn't someone supposed to be in charge of this kind of stuff?"

"You'd think!"

Meanwhile, Biriman watches the Evil brothers on CCTV, laughing from his dungeon of Speedo doom. Rubbing his hands (and his green-tinged belly), he holds a flame up to the dreaded birthday list--the only copy of its kind.

"Oh, Isn't-You-Adora, dear! I have a surprise for you..."

5. Posted by tway (Travel Guru 7273 posts) 7y

{{{Intermission Song: The Girl From Impanema}}}}}}}

[ Edit: Edited on 18-Jun-2009, at 06:03 by tway ]

6. Posted by Isadora (Travel Guru 13926 posts) 7y

Quoting tway

{{{Intermission Song: The Girl From Impanema}}}}}}}

Heeheehee!!! T, I knew a new novel would take your tired mind off all of Le Bump's kicking/punching and draw you back in like a moth to the flame... Ooohhh, speaking of flames...

"Oh Biriman dear, please hang on! There are only five more minutes before the intermission. You do know how much I enjoy Love At First Bite! That George Hamilton is sooooo bronzed. I'll bet he has a tanning bed inside that coffin."

And with that, Biriman blows out the match that had begun to singe his fingertips anyway. As he sits and waits, Isn't-You-Adora finally saunters in singing "Let's go out to the lobby. Let's go out to the lobby. Let's go out to the lobby and get ourselves a snack."

"Alright Biriman, I'm here. What is the surprise? Trent from Trenton, New Jersey? You know those Jersey boys are not very tasty. Paul from Palm Beach? Too arrogant and he always complains about bite marks. Wyatt from Wyoming? Okay, at least he's breathed some fresh air and I rather like that wild gamey taste. Reminds me of Rose from Rio. Remember her, dear?"

"No, Isn't-You-Adora, it none of the above. Look what I hold in my hand - the list - that list - the ONLY LIST!!!"

"Yes, Biriman, I see the list. We don't need it for another 17 days. You can set it down now. Oooohhh, the movie is back on!!" And Isn't-You-Adora returns to the theater to finish watching George Hamilton...

7. Posted by beerman (Respected Member 1631 posts) 7y

......and as the glorious full moon slowly dips below the ominous horizon, hideous blazes of bright orange and pink streak across the sky, illuminating yet another horrid day.........

The Dark Lord Biriman sits alone, in a room draped heavily in green velvet to block the invasion of light, behind a massive green mahogany desk. Slowly, dejectedly, yellowed papery fingers drop "the list" onto the dusty yet elegantly bedecked side table. Hoping for even a modicum of enthusiasm from his Chosen One and receiving none, even though playing with matches is her favorite game, Biriman begins to think again. His attention is drawn back to the 45,000cm CCTV screen....."damn those boys", he thought, "you'd think they could work out some way to fetch me snacks in the light instead of having to wait until dark all the will I ever maintain my ghoulish figure?"

But the Castle merely echoed......hauntingly silent echoes that could only be heard by creatures of the, wait, that's Love at First Bite......

8. Posted by Piecar (Travel Guru 894 posts) 7y

Gabriel Rivers watched the two of them move off back to their lair. The film choice, "Love At First Bite"he felt was inanely ironic. Tantamount to a Travel Nerd going to a midnight screening of the Accidental Tourist or a cross dresser going to see Rocky Horror. It was cutesy and self reverential. Just more reason to kill them...He felt no need to follow them, he'd found thr lair already. He watched the other patrons of the predawn creening of the talkie head off. He watched the ushers leave. He watched the manager close and chain the door. He watched it all from his vantage point across the street, slumped in a doorway. His duster, now seventy years old, and worn down boots sold the image of a street drunk. He looked like a homeless person....and he was. As always he knew the exact count. He had been like this for 130 years 3 months and twelve days...
He got up and faced the East. The sun would poke it's head any minute now. He loved having it hit him in that first moment. A real drunk pushed past him with a comically oversized backpack and a shopping bag. Rivers had met this man before and actually like him. The man was a pretty good storyteller, and Gabriel valued that talent pretty highly. The man had expected less resistance (Rivers was unnaturally solid) dropped his concealed rum bottle and fell over.

Because of this, Rivers missed seeing the sunrise. The sun hit him as his back was turned.

The old drunk, born Wayne Ewles, but now known as Melonhead, saw this.....

He saw his rum bottle go down, saw his hand reach out for it...saw that he was going over and was surprised to see his hand come out to save his face from the concrete. Saw a blur as he rolled over...Saw the stolid, but not unfriendly face of Rivers,(who was known, round these parts, as the New Skid) reach down..... to help him....Then saw the sun hit Rivers...For a second it looked like Rivers was on fire. Melonhead could see flames, and a wince from Rivers. The flames subsided to smoke and then steam....and then he was just the New Skid again. All inside of four seconds.

Melonhead grabbed Rivers' hand,and Rivers pulled him up like he weighed an ounce. Melonhead eyed Rivers suspiciously....skids don't help each other...but Rivers was already looking away. He seemed to be staring down the alley behind the Rep Theatre.....

[ Edit: Edited on 19-Jun-2009, at 17:35 by Piecar ]

9. Posted by Isadora (Travel Guru 13926 posts) 7y

Melonhead took Rivers' distraction as a sign it was time to exit the scene - but not before retrieving the rum bottle and draining the dregs in one large gulp. The clank of the bottle hitting the ground for the second time brought Rivers' attention back though only to have Melonhead quickly disappear into the crowd of flower children dancing up the sidewalk...


"Oh Biriman dear, the minions have returned from the Rep Theater and they have brought with them some disturbing news along with a late night snack. I believe they said her name was Prudence. Seemingly, there is a new player in town - one who can face the sunrise. If I didn't know better, I would say the half-breed has returned to finish the job he started 97 years, 4 months and... Oh, who cares how many days. It was long ago."

"Isn't-You-Adora, are you sure about this? I realize Gabriel swore he would find us and exact revenge but he's picked a helluva time to materialize. With the Daams clan declaring war... Well, Enrico anyway. I'm not sure about Petru as he keeps forgetting to charge the batteries on his mobility scooter. As for Samiul - he's busy pushing Petru's scooter everywhere, which has to be exhausting considering Petru's size these days. Did I hear you mention a snack?"


"Petru, have you seen Enrico? I asked him to join us for dinner so we may discuss this takeover idea of his. I can't believe he wants to take on the likes of Lord Biriman and Lady Isn't-You-Adora. Doesn't he realize they were our creators?"

"Enrico said he was headed to Monterey. Something about a music festival. Who are Janis Joplin and Jimi Hendrix? Do we know them? Could you push me over to the closet. I'm feeling a bit peckish again."

"When are you going to learn to recharge your mobility scooter. This is getting to be ridiculous."